Some Poems I wrote for my World Lit. Class.

Leaving

Rushing rivers move,
forcibly, clashing on in one direction.
Striding on man made stone,
glistening like the dark of night.
Wind pushing leaves suddenly out sight,
were once there but now gone.

Painted Peace

As I lie on the grassy hill,
the above peace is painted one blue.
There's a heavy noise that breaks the painted peace,
with the sound of many thunders.

On the Trail

On the rocky trail of the unknown I pace myself.
Leaning on the mountains edge I hold myself.
Moving through trees and falling through holes,
it is deep in the woods that you loose yourself.

A Stream

Staring into a translucent stream I see only me,
not a one behind me or beside me, just me.
But looking away I see mountains, trees, nature earth
and no one knows what I couldn't see.